Unfollowed

I always loved this time somehow,
     Fall; the way it settles slow
Into the cracks summer wore into the year
It rains slow and breathes slow;
     the last, half-formed thought
Before sleep, nebulous
               dreamt between intention
     broadcast on low frequency, unspoken
I love it lazily,
Love it heavily, resignedly
Like the final, unfollowed comma at the
bottom of the page

(October 9, 2010)